Blame it on the city
and the whiskey – if you
want an excuse.
Tonight it’s the deliberate
release. A drink to
unlock the lips that
used to whisper
softly in my ear. Secrets
that have been dwelling,
dormant, come to
life with another sip. Each
drop on your lips reminds
you of how I tasted. To hell
with self control. The space
between us is both a blessing
and a curse. How dare you
take my delicate mind back
to that place. Is there
harm in desire? It’s nothing
more than the memories that
become more clear
as the rest of your mind
becomes hazy. But you knew
the danger of writing only
under the weight of the bottle.
The lighter the load, the truer
the words. The fear you fake
of what you’ll say
fades as the buzz wears
off and you look down
to read the truest words
ever written. So blame it on
the city and the whiskey
and forget it -
or refuse to forget at all.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Blame it on the city
and the whiskey – if you
want an excuse.
Tonight it’s the deliberate
release. A drink to
unlock the lips that
used to whisper
softly in my ear. Secrets
that have been dwelling,
dormant, come to
life with another sip. Each
drop on your lips reminds
you of how I tasted. To hell
with self control. The space
between us is both a blessing
and a curse. How dare you
take my delicate mind back
to that place. Is there
harm in desire? It’s nothing
more than the memories that
become more clear
as the rest of your mind
becomes hazy. But you knew
the danger of writing only
under the weight of the bottle.
The lighter the load, the truer
the words. The fear you fake
of what you’ll say
fades as the buzz wears
off and you look down
to read the truest words
ever written. So blame it on
the city and the whiskey
and forget it -
or refuse to forget at all.